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lionofchaeronea · 4 months
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The three Magi before Herod. Stained glass by an unknown French artist, early 15th century, restored by F. Pivet in 1999. Now in the Musée national du Moyen Âge, Paris.
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scobbe · 10 months
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Cool liturgical year observance: today (June 24) is the Nativity of St. John the Baptist, who “prepared the way” for the coming of Christ. In the Northern hemisphere, this always falls after the summer solstice when the days begin getting shorter — in the Gospel of St. John, John the Baptist says of Jesus, “He must increase, but I must decrease.” (John 3:30) and indeed, the days get shorter and shorter, less and less sunlight, UNTIL the winter solstice, after which we celebrate Christmas, the Nativity of Jesus, the Light of the World. Then the days begin getting longer, more and more sunlight. And the date of Easter is always set as the Sunday after the first full moon after March 21, which sounds complicated until you realize that sets it always after the vernal equinox. So we celebrate the resurrection of Christ when there is finally more daylight than darkness in the world, the light growing and growing through Eastertide and into Pentecost, celebrating the birth of the Church, and then the summer solstice rolls around again, and here comes St. John the Baptist again, preparing the way of the Lord, the days growing shorter until we’re into Advent again, awaiting the birth of Christ and the return of Light to the world.
I just think it’s neat.
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Today the second Sunday in Epiphany was celebrated in the medieval liturgical calendar as the Feast or the Wedding of Cana, the occasion of turning water into wine. This miniature front page taken from the Bamberger Psalter, with bright colors on a gold background, shows the feast meal and, in the lower register, a servant filling with water from strongly colored jars. The Bamberger Psalter was made in Bamberg or Regensburg around 1230 CE by unknown artists. Bamberg, Staatsbibliothek, ms Msc. Bibl. 48, f° 60v. :: [Robert Scott Horton]
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The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre— To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.
— T. S. Eliot, 'The Four Quartets.' 
From Part IV. A Shrove Tuesday meditation.
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insteading · 18 days
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It's that time in the liturgical calendar where Thomas the Apostle is away when his friends are visited by the risen Christ, and says "I won't believe it's him unless I put my hand in the wound in his side."
And the risen Christ shows up again and disrobes and, gesturing to his side, asks Thomas, You wanted to feel this? Go ahead.
There are a lot of queer things that happen in the scriptures, and in my opinion this is one of them. It's important to Thomas that the risen Christ has a body, and that this body bears the marks of his suffering and transformation, and that someone can reach in and feel what this part of his experience has been.
Christianity has a strong strand of body hatred in it (thanks Paul!). And as much smack as the sermons of my childhood talked about Thomas needing to see and feel in order to believe, I'm grateful to Thomas for just putting his wild yearning to finger Christ out there. He would have done numbers on here.
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Stable's getting crowded!
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waderockett · 1 year
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Advent Calendar
He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud's folding.
He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.
He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
- Rowan Williams
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tinyshe · 1 year
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From The Liturgical Year by Dom Guéranger, O.S.B. The series of the mysteries is now complete, and the movable cycle of the liturgy has come to its close. We first passed, during Advent, the four weeks, which represented the four thousand years spent by mankind in entreating the eternal Father to send His Son. Our Emmanuel at length came down; we shared in the joys of His Birth, in the dolours of His Passion, in the glory of His Resurrection, in the triumph of His Ascension. Lastly, we have witnessed the descent of the Holy Ghost upon us, and we know that He is to abide with us to the last. Holy Church has assisted us throughout the whole of this sublime drama, which contains the work of our salvation. Her heavenly canticles, her magnificent ceremonies, have instructed us day by day, enabling us to follow and understand each feast and season. Blessed by this mother for the care wherewith she has placed all these great mysteries before us, thus giving us light and love! Blessed by the sacred liturgy, which has brought us so much consolation and encouragement! We have now to pass through the immovable portion of the cycle: we shall find sublime spiritual episodes, worthy of all our attention. Let us, then, prepare to resume our journey: let us take fresh courage in the thought that the Holy Ghost will direct our steps, and, by the sacred liturgy, of which He is the inspirer, will continue to throw open to us treasures of precept and example. 
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Daily Mass: God prescribes sacred days to the children of Israel. Catholic Inspiration
Photo by Leeloo Thefirst on Pexels.com God prescribes sacred days to Moses, exhorting the people to keep these moments in time as set apart to worship and honor the Lord. Mass Readings – Friday of the 17th Week of the Year *************** Catholic Inspiration Archives St. John Vianney, pray for us!
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carfleo · 11 months
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June 2023
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lionofchaeronea · 27 days
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Golgotha, Anthony van Dyck, 1630
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simchafisher · 2 years
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One Theresa at a time: A quick note to new Catholics
One Theresa at a time: A quick note to new Catholics
By this time of year, newly baptized Catholics have really begun to settle in to their pews, physically and metaphorically. The solemn rites are long since accomplished, the party is over, and now the hard and joyful work of practicing the faith begins. At this stage, it’s not uncommon for new converts to begin to take on a slightly baffled look, because while they definitely felt overcome with…
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In the Christian liturgy as it was celebrated in the Middle Ages, the eighth day of Epiphany—January 13—is celebrated as the Feast Day of the Baptism of Jesus Christ. This miniature, full page on a gold background, shows John the Baptist and an angel officiating at the baptism of Christ in the River Jordan. The illustration is taken from a Psalter prepared between 1173 and 1223 CE, probably made in Paris or at the Trinity Abbey in Fécamp for Eleanor of Aquitaine, Queen of France and England. Koninklijke Bibliotheek, The Hague, Netherlands, MS KB 76 F 13, f° 19r :: [Robert Scott Horton]
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Thank you my lifelong afternoon late in this season of no age thank you for my windows above the rivers thank you for the true love you brought me to when it was time at last and for words that come out of silence and take me by surprise and have carried me through the clear day without once turning to look at me […] thank you whole body and hand and eye thank you for sights and moments known only to me who will not see them again except in my mind’s eye where they have not changed thank you for showing me the morning stars
W.S. Merwin, from “Variation on a Theme,” in The Moon Before Morning (Copper Canyon Press, 2014)
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imllhumanity · 2 years
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queerprayers · 3 months
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I'm looking ahead to Lent right now, but I'm also thinking about the current season, and how for the longest time I didn't even consider this a season. The season "after Epiphany"—it doesn't even get its own name in my calendar. It seemed a mismatched muddle of feast days and readings, and Jesus ages 30 years in a month. It was nice to have a breather between Christmas and Lent, but that was all.
And yes, this is a green season, "ordinary time." A pastor I follow (can't remember who at the moment) pointed out that most of our years are spent in ordinary time, and most of us pray that this is true for our lives too—we ask for a rhythm of growing but not a grand narrative of historical events and life/death situations. "May you live in uninteresting times," goes the blessing. Perhaps it's because my life has been so full of life and death, but I have a hard time with the in-between growing. I get bored without dramatics.
Nevertheless, this year I'm processing the gift that this little green season is—and it's not boring, not at all! It starts with Epiphany—and what a great name for Three Kings' Day! A eureka moment, a breaking in, a sudden realization! Then Jesus is thirty and we have the Baptism. We read the wedding at Cana at some point; there's the conversion of St. Paul. Then the Presentation—Jesus is again a baby, so some whiplash there.
I know Catholics and many others have Transfiguration in August, but Lutherans have Transfiguration the last Sunday of this season, before Ash Wednesday. This makes sense timeline-wise, but only recently am I putting together a cohesive season for myself.
If Epiphany is a eureka moment, a breaking in, its season is one of miracles. Not the grand ones of Christmas or Easter, to be sure, but Jesus creeps in on us these few weeks. Breaking in but like a thief in the night. He's a child being worshiped by strangers, a boy playing in a childhood mostly skipped over, a man being baptized by his cousin from an apocalyptic desert cult while a bird-God breaks through the clouds, a guy at his friend's wedding negotiating with his mother and pleasing the guests but John calls it a manifestation of glory. And then for my church, the greatest manifestation since his birth, the breaking through of God into his person on a mountain with his best friends. His ancestors appearing in communion with him.
We have breaking in and through, manifestation, miracles, a strange timeline for a strange man. Foreigners, cousins, mother, best friends. So much unwritten and lost to time. And this is a season.
So I'm looking ahead to Lent, but I'm also honoring that we've made a season out of bits and pieces of glory—and bits and pieces are more than we could ever ask for. Before we enter the desert, we alternately bask in and are shocked by the glory around us. "Eureka" is an exclamation meaning "I found it"—in the story, Archimedes is so shocked by what he has found (the volume of irregular objects by seeing himself take up space in his bath) that he runs naked through the streets. In my opinion, this is a completely appropriate response to finding more of the world.
I said I get bored without dramatics, but what's more dramatic than God existing, manifesting, loving? The season "after Epiphany," post-realization. Growing in between life and death. Your whole life after this moment. I'm not saying flash your neighbors, but God is a whole world, breaking in, and you've found it. What are you gonna do about it?
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thebirdandhersong · 7 months
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Am leading our Sunday night worship at my dorm (tentative plan - I can play on the keyboard and sing when I'm not playing on the keyboard. can't do both at the same time yet) and I am..... SO EXCITED
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waderockett · 1 year
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NOW BEGINS THE SECULAR WINTER FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS, FEASTING, AND GIFT-GIVING KNOWN AS CHRISTMAS, NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE LITURGICAL SEASON WHICH BEGINS DECEMBER 25 AND CONTINUES FOR 12 DAYS.
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